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Please? Part Thirteen

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 1673 words
  • Warnings: Language and a bit of sexual indication.

The baby won’t stop crying, neither can you or Maggie. Tears stream down your face as Daryl hugs you close, as if he may lose you again. It was too much to see Maggie cut the baby out, too much to see Lori lay so still, her body going limp, but you couldn’t handle Carl shooting his own mother.

Seeing the rest of your group should have made you happy, but you notice not only Lori missing, but T-Dog and Carol as well.

Daryl rubs your back, trying his best to calm you down as he talks to Rick, whose on the ground, rolling in his own tears.

“Rick! Stay with us.” Daryl calls, letting go of you and waving a hand in front of Rick’s face. He goes silent, not moving, not speaking, no sound coming from him at all.

“The baby needs food.” Hershel calls from the steps.

You look over, watching Maggie hand the baby over to Carl and hugging onto Glenn. Carl starts to walk away and tries to calm her down.

“We got anythin’ a baby eats?” Daryl asks. “No, s’pose not. I’ll make a run.”

“I’ll come with you.” Maggie pulls away from Glenn and stands straight, wiping the tears from her face. “I have to.”

“Me too.” You look from Daryl to Maggie, daring either one of them to say no.

“Is that such a good idea?” Maggie lowers her voice. She thinks you’re crazy, too. That you lost your mind in there. “I mean…”

“I’m going.” You say through your teeth. You glance over to see Daryl whispering something to Beth. She nods and runs off, talking to Carl. You don’t know why a little bit of jealousy shoots through you, after all, that’s Beth. She’s younger than you, and Daryl never cared much about her before.

Daryl starts shouting orders, pointing all over the place. His orders are rough like gravel, sending chills down your spine every time he spoke, getting a little angrier if no one paid attention. He looks like a perfect leader.

He waves Maggie over and you instantly follow, Glenn just behind you. He’s saying something about a store being empty already, but you aren’t really listening. You’re looking around, looking at all the walkers that have started showing up around the fence, thanks to all the noise from earlier.

“I can only take one.” Daryl says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You say, a little dumbfounded that Daryl wouldn’t bring all of you.

“One.” He throws his leg over his bike and grabs onto the handles.

“I’m going.” Glenn says and starts over, but Maggie holds him back.

“I’m going.” She insists.

You hold up your hands and look at them. “Excuse me, I should be the one to go.”

Maggie looks over at you, pity on her face with her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned down. She sighs. “Y/N, I think you should lay down. That was a lot…”

“No, I will go with him. I can make runs now, I’m good.” You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow. “Am I good for nothing again?”

“Hey,” Daryl jumps off his bike and walks over. “What’s the hold up?”

Glenn looks away, not wanting to get in the middle of this.

“She should stay behind, get some rest.”

Daryl looks at you and puts his hands on his hips. “You causin’ trouble?” His tone was teasing, but you aren’t in the mood.

You roll your eyes and point to Maggie. “Why does she get to go? I want to do something. Get me out of here.”

Daryl nods to his bike. “Get on.” He looks at you and then Maggie. “Stay with Beth. She and I needa talk.” He moves over and gets back on.

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Daryl breaks a window and looks inside the house. Things were quiet between you two, which is fine for you. You aren’t in a talking mood. You want to get the stuff on the list Maggie gave you and go, though the prison isn’t exactly where you want to go to, but it’ll have to do. Daryl doesn’t want to leave and you know that.

You find the door is unlocked. You simply kick it up and walk inside, not bothering to raise your gun as you walk by the room Daryl is trying to break into.

He spots you and freezes. “Hey!” He whispers.

You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, where you start pulling open cabinets and drawers. You find a few cans of baby formula and a bottle that looks like it will do the job. You stuff those into your bag just before Daryl comes up behind you and pulls you around to face him.

“The hell’re you doin’?” He growls. “Tryna get yourself killed?”

“Just trying to get this shit so we can leave.” You grab the bag and swing it over your shoulder.

Daryl grabs onto a strap the bag has on the front and keeps you in place. Half of you thinks about swinging around and clocking him, but you decide against it, since he is stronger and can probably sense that you are about to do so. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” You look at him, facing him and crossing your arms. “About the fact I was supposed to help deliver a baby? The fact I witnessed a son killing his mother without batting an eye? The fact that we now have to be super careful because at any second a horde of walkers will come walking up to us in the one place we thought was safe?”

Daryl tilts his head and squints his eyes. “Wha? That’s what this is about?”

“No.” You throw your arms up in the air. He couldn’t understand. “Maybe. Daryl, I’m just so sick and tired of moving! We found a place. We were supposed to be this big, happy family and now that’s impossible! And then you didn’t want me coming along today, which was even worse and—“

Daryl pulls you to him, wrapping those muscly arms protectively around your small frame and hugging you close. He plants a kiss on your lips, most likely to have you stop talking. You admit to yourself that your little outburst wouldn’t help anything, this was unstoppable. This is how the new world works, people are different.

You stand on your tiptoes so Daryl can stand up straight instead of curving down to meet you. He backs the two of you up until your back hits the wall of the hallway and his overly large hands rest on either side of your shoulders. He keeps you in place by squishing you between his legs and pressing against your chest with his.

He growls a little as you touch his broad shoulders, shrugging until you understood that he wants you to hold your hands behind his head.

Once you’re holding onto him, he grabs your thighs and pulls them around his waist, still holding you against the wall as he tries to kiss you harder, not realizing his own strength, but you don’t want to stop him.

The rush of the moment engulfs Daryl and you, sending the two of you into a blinding heap on the floor, tangled within each other as the afternoon continues on, a bird chirping in the background as the only noise through the whole house.

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It hits you only after it’s done. Daryl is lying on you, his face buried in your fully clothed chest. His pants are still around his ankles, though yours seem to be missing from sight. You glance around, hoping that they’re in reach and you can slip them on quickly—no luck.

Daryl moves and lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours. His cheeks practically glow in the dim sunlight as he looks down, a little chuckle leaving his lips. “That jus’ happened…”

You nod, trying to keep the blanket you must have found somehow in the act and covered you two with. “You didn’t have to do that…” You mutter, still trying to spot your pants. The house is a mess anyway, there’s no telling where they landed.

He stops trying to pull his pants up and looks at you. “I thought… ya needed the distraction.”

“We don’t need another pregnancy.” You think you see your jeans. You lean over and snatch them up, pulling them on quickly before Daryl can abject.

“Whoa.” Daryl follows your lead, buckling his ripped up jeans and standing beside you. “I ain’t tryna impregnate you, Y/N.” He reaches out for your  shoulder but you pull away and cross your arms over your chest.

Tears sting your eyes, you try to blink them away so he doesn’t see how upset you are. “I don’t want to become another Lori…”

You hear his footsteps walk over to you and feel his hand on your back. He gently rubs between your shoulder blades and kisses the top of your head. “I ain’t lettin’ that happen. We ain’t gotta make love no more…”

You turn around and wipe away the tears from under your eyes. “Make love?”

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Baby cries harder which each passing minute. You follow Daryl inside, carrying the bag full of baby supplies you hope are needed to raise a newborn.

You set the bag on a table and Maggie and Beth rush over, Beth making up a bottle as quickly as she can.

You glance over and see Daryl holding the baby. He’s got her head placed on his elbow for support and his other hand lying on her tummy until Beth hands him the bottle. He sticks it in her mouth, making her quiet—finally.

“You’re so good with her.” You say gently, no longer mad. How could you be? Daryl is good with kids, he always has been. Sophia, Carl, now Carl’s little sister.

Daryl smiles at you, a certain twinkle in his eye that told you everything will be okay.

Little late to the freak out party, but my gosh was this chapter amazing and moving and badass and sad and *rambles on for a good half hour* all at the same time!! I mean, we don’t even have a full translation, yet:

  • Xing group cover ;__;
  • Lots of Voldo screen time, yes!
  • Where the frick is Yotaka??
  • Mizali… being Mizali. I ain’t complainin’
  • Yona being all, “Move bench, get in da way!”
  • “I saw a man so beautiful I started crying” Jae-Ha edition #589
  • Honestly, where the flying frick is Yotaka?!?
  • Shin-Ah power explosion. I was honestly scared, the art was so expressive for his entire scene. Terrifying!!
  • On-screen decapitation… #3? I think we’re at 3 now, right?
  • Beautiful Shin-Ah, for contrast, of course~
  • Okay, I’m betting now that Yotaka is somewhere putting on his makeup and will waltz in after the battle all, “’Kay, I’m ready… where’s the threat?”
  • ONE MONTH WAIT!? *dies*